Ron's Worst Nightmares
Vet's Office
By Pat Squared
Max Standard led the way through the Parisian sewers. The Surefire tactical light attached to the foregrip of his Heckler & Koch 5.56x45mm NATOsubmachine gun was lighting the way.
The dream was no more. There would be no final victory for Dr. Drakken. There would be no final I won and you couldn't stop me taunt for Shego to hurl at Miss Perfect Kim Possible. Dr. Drakken was dead, killed by a Global Justice sniper.
The old Shego would have gone on a rampage and seek Dr. Director's head for her fireplace mantle.
The only thing on Shego's mind was the well being of her child. According to the intercepted messages, the new government of France (the one she help put in power) was consolidating power and put the entire onus of the breakdown of France on Shego.
Three times more times, other tried to kill her, but Max Standard managed to kill the pursuers before they could kill the pair of fugitives. However, the last battle was a close thing. If Shego did not have plasma powers, Max would have bled to death. Now Max was hobbling on a bad leg.
"It about two more blocks above ground. It's a veterinarian's office. Maybe there are still medical supplies."
Shego was about to respond when she felt a sudden cramp. She stumbled.
Max turned around.
"Christ, you're bleeding."
Shego felt light-head as Max picked her up and carried her like a baby. It was an eternity before he set her down. Max dug frantically through the medical supplies.
"Boss, I have some combat medic training, but nothing on emergency deliveries. I am not going to sod you over with tidings of great joy. The baby is coming and nothing will stop it. There is a good chance that the both of you will die today."
Shego grunted as she felt another severe cramping downstairs. She failed, she failed to carry her child and now it was two months premature. Thanks to Shego's meddling, there were no neo-natal units to save her child. Shego never wanted to die so bad.
With his Cold-Steel Peacemaker II, Max slit off Shego's clothes. Shego looked down on her swollen, blue-veined bump.
"Boss, I am going to need your help. When I tell you, you have to get into a squatting position. Then I will tell you when to push. I want you to keep on pushing no matter how hard it hurts."
Shego nodded.
Max almost collapsed from the effort to position Shego into a squatting position.
"Push, goddamn it. Push or I will kick you in your fat ass. Push or Kim Possible will beat you. You can beat that uppity bitch. Push and you will have a beautiful child that will make hers look so stupid and ugly. Push and you will be able to defeat that red headed cunt. Push!"
With a scream of pain, Shego feel as if she was being torn apart.
"Push or you will just be a nothing. Don't let Kim beat you. Don't let Kim win. Push or she will beat you. Push and your child will live."
Shego could not longer hear Max encouraging her. Instincts that ensure that her mother and her mother's mother delivered healthy children kicked in. She instinctively flexed her vaginal muscle and with a splat her child was delivered to the world.
Max was swiftly tying off the cord when another contraction hit.
"There is another one coming."
With the flick of his combat knife, Max cut the cord connecting Shego to her oldest child. With a quick swipe of a cloth, he cleaned off the mucus. Turning the child over, Max thumped it on the rear and it make it first protest at the injustices of the world
Max put the baby in a box thathe lined with paper towels.
Shego screamed, "It's coming."
It took five more minute for her exhausted body to push another life out of Shego's womb.
Max barely caught the child. An eternity latter, Shego pushed out the afterbirth before collapsing.
Max looked down on the fraternal twins. A boy and a girl, both very small. He found some clean surgical cloths and wrap the babies in them. It was time to remove the lamps from the chicken incubator and rig up an incubator for the twins.
Shego woke up to see Max positioning the twins into the jerry-rigs incubator.
"You are the proud mother of twins. One boy, one girl - I hope that you have names ready or they will grow up believing that their name is boy and girl.
Shego looked upon the faces of her children. She had managed to bring them into the world. However she was a failure. They would have to grow up living in fear of the authorities or one of Shego's coconspirators coming in to sort out accounts.
Her next challenge was to start producing milk. However, mother nature ensure that milk would not be one of the worries that would plague the new mother.